I want you to play me like a cello.

It's okay if you want to go. Everyone wants you to stay. I want you to stay more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. But that's what I want and I could see why it might not be what you want. So I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It's okay if you have to leave us. It's okay if you want to stop fighting.

It's funny the things you think you're scared of until they're upon you, and then you're not.

Sometimes you make choices in life and sometimes choices make you.

If I stay. If I live. It's up to me.

I get it now. I have to make good on my promise. To let her go. To really let her go. To let us both go.

How can it be so unclear to her when it's like the fingers on my hand to me?